Our world is generally a pretty nice place to live for most of the time & for most people, at least that’s what those of us living in our little safe bubbles would like to think. The reality is something quite different for millions of people across our ever changing, troubled planet.
Sometimes a not so gentle reality check, akin to the metaphorical ‘slap in the face’, makes you sit up and take stock of what’s really happening behind the media hype, embellished with carefully constructed editing.
While cruising through my Facebook timeline the other day I came across an extremely thought provoking post from a friend, it made me feel very insignificant and proud in equal measures. Proud for my friend and his huge sense of humanity, and insignificant because he put my privileged, 1st world problems into total perspective. Here’s what I read on his timeline, you’ll hopefully understand why I felt I needed to share this with you.
“3am… Calais. I don’t really know how to describe today. The guys who invited me to share their lunch…everyone grabbing handfuls of rice from a single pot. The man who arrived in the Jungle and explained that his wife was eight months pregnant, had been walking all day and hadn’t eaten. The Sudanese guys who invited me in for tea or coffee (how many sugars?) then told me it wasn’t too bad here as the government wasn’t trying to kill them or rape their wives. The 10 yr old Afghani kid who wouldn’t get off the footplate of my car, and spent the journey mocking pedestrians, whilst I distributed firewood. Asking a mixed group of Iraqi and Iranian lads what they needed (“nothing thank you – we have rice and meat”). Finding the frying pan and knife which was all that a Syrian family requested, and seeing the gratitude (have you tried preparing a family meal without a frying pan or knife?). Watching the Afghanis try to learn hula hoop (they’re shit at it). The smiles everywhere. The relief to be here, in this fucking dreadful place. The hope. People should come here and see this…then form their opinions.”
Not much more I can say really, apart from pleading with you to donate to Dave’s Caravans for Calais mission. To find our more about how he’s helping the refugees in Calais, try parting with a few of your hard earned pounds to help make the mission of thousands of refugees a little less uncomfortable. And maybe try cooking your family a meal without any utensils.
Thanks for reading. Here’s where you can donate to keep Dave and his caravan on the road back to Calais…